why am i just seeking more out


  • We cannot break bread with you. 
  • And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground. 
  • I’d pity him. 
  • You have placed him/her under some strange sexual spell.
  • you have destroyed his spirit, you have taken him from us. All that I could forgive. But … pastels?
  • All I ever wanted was a Ballerina Barbie.
  • Like you’re going to a funeral. Why are you dressed like somebody died?
  • I’m just like any modern woman trying to have it all. Loving husband, a family. 
  • It’s just, I wish I had more time to seek out the dark forces and join their hellish crusade.
  • We don’t hate him. We just wanna play with him.  Especially his head.
  • You’ll meet someone. Someone very special. Someone who won’t press charges.
  • Your work is puerile and under-dramatized. You lack any sense of structure, character and the Aristotelian unities.
  • Young lady, I am getting just a tad tired of your attitude problem.
  • I’ll clean my room. In exchange for your immortal soul.
  • Death! Death to the enemies of the people of the Republic. 
  • Hurrah! Justice is served. Bring forward the evil one.
  • I’m not perky.
  • So I maimed. So I destroyed one innocent life after another. Aren’t I a human being?
  • And the next morning, when the campers woke up, all of their old noses had grown back.
  • Would you like anesthesia?
  • It looks familiar… of course, the gates of hell.
  • I tried to make it look like an accident. I tried to give you some dignity. But oh no, not you.
  • To mirth, to merriment… to manslaughter.
  • Look at this. I got ‘em. “Schizos and Serial Killers”. I have almost the whole series. I’m only missing Jack the Ripper and that Zodiac Guy.
  • You know, when I first saw him, I thought he was from Europe.
  • An axe! That takes me back.
  • All the important numbers: Police, Fire Department, Morgue.
  • I’ve tried to be someone I’m not. I live in shame… and the suburbs!
  • Scream if you need anything.
  • And we’re all here to learn, to grow, and to just plain have fun!
  • 'Cause that’s what being privileged is all about!
  • Are you in unbearable pain? Is it inhuman? My darling, is it torture?
  • I tied him to a tree and pulled out four of his permanent teeth!
  • She makes me think of… volatile chemicals.
  • How do you do it? How can I be like you? How can I be… suave?
  • Oh, you’re allergic? To sunshine and archery and crafts?
  • Children, stop it! You’re destroying my text!
  • I think their whole family’s like some weird medical experiment. I think they’re like, circus people. 

anonymous asked:

Mom, quick question. I think that I might be little because when my depression or anxiety is high I tend to go really quiet and start crying and seeking comfort, but then I get confused and It'd confusing me a lot. Any advice?

Don’t worry about labels too much and just find what comforts you in these times. If it’s more “little” objects that’s okay, but don’t confuse yourself or stress yourself out because of it. Every person is different. Every person’s needs are different. Just find what soothes you when your anxiety/depression starts climbing and go from there.

I mean, what you’ve described is exactly what happens to me, if that gives you any comfort. But just know that I’ll support you either way. ^-^


1. Why is it when cashiers are away from their counters/check out desks, customers will just stand there & not announce themselves or seek assistance?

For being a solo cashier in a small gas station, I am responsible for the entire floor. Meaning i have to make coffee every hour, refill cups, coffee beans, ice cream cones (we have a soft serve machine where I work), push beer forward in the cooler, dump more ice into the fountain pop machine (dont have a self-ice making machine), on top of cleaning for closing.

I was flipping the soft serve machine onto auto-mix for the night which means it will continue to keep the ice cream mix cold but you cannot pour the soft serve from the dispensor… and i just so happened to glance up at the counter to see a woman standing there. Mind you i didnt hear a “hey” or “i’m here”, nothing. She never came to get me, nothing. But she’s watching me from over her shoulder.

Okay. Got a customer. I go to wipe the ice cream off my fingers as i’m walking to the counter & she just takes off out the door, right to her car & literally speeds out of the parking lot….. so how can I help someone that I dont even know is there!? And then they get pissed when I dont make it to the counter at their preferred time!!!

2. I have tattoos on my chest, you can see them fairly well. Especially the one in the center of my chest, above my cleavage… anyways, 2 golfers come in from the local golf club. Restocking their beer coolers. One goes off to the back for the beer while the other one has caught sight of my tattoos & proceeded to scream at me about how i have “ruined my beautiful cleavage with such crude tattoos.”

I just ignore his questions & focus on ringing up his buddy’s beer when this guy slaps his hand on the counter to get my attention, “you going to answer my questions or what!? Considering you look like a serial killer with all this things of death on your tits.”

Okay… seriously!? Its okay for people to go on about how much they hate my tattoos and piercings but if i defend myself, i’m a “fucking bitch”!? I dont go on telling these people i dont like what they have one, her purse is ugly or he looks awful in blue. Its their choice to dress & decorate themselves as they wish. Just like it is mine.

Just wish people would use their heads whike keeping their mouths shut. I deal with enough without the criticism…

I don’t ever want to hear people complain about an LGBTQ+ individual talking about their identity “too much” or for wanting more positive representation or for being proud after coming out or for being afraid or for having a month dedicated to pride or seeking out safe spaces and role models and historical figures just like us or for wanting to be open with who we are or for being “too radical” or “attention-seeking” or a “special snowflake” or anything of that nature

I don’t want to hear complaints about LGBTQ+ people when they get upset because they’re “too sensitive” or “focus too much on political correctness”

I don’t want to hear complaints about “too many labels why can’t you just be human” because that’s what we’re trying to do but you can’t seem to understand that and you keep killing us in every way you can

So…legit question: if you bring Solas to the Temple of Mythal, he tells Abelas, “There is a place for you, friend. If you would seek it.”


I am seriously imagining a little nook someplace where all the Ancient elves from Elvhenan who survived Uthenera just hang out and bitch about the fall of their empire and trash talk various modern societies. I mean, yeah, there can’t be a lot of them, but…what else could Solas have meant? Would he really just tell this man who just gave up the thing he has been protecting for thousands of years, “Well, I guess you could more or less just kill yourself by going to sleep without ever planning to wake up. :D” That…seems unlikely. And wasteful. Solas values freedom, and Abelas is finally free of his service to Mythal. I think Solas would want to help him adjust and make a life for himself, much in the same way that he helps Bull after he becomes Tal Vashoth.

Or does he simply mean there is a purpose to his existence? A “place” where he belongs in this modern world, a duty he could still preform? Is he trying to tell Abelas that he knows Mythal is alive?!

*throws hands up*